overhual

[overhual]

the irritation within her is clear, though he imagines her urge to scratch away whatever she doesn't like stems from far earlier than their interactions thus far. he, too, knows this urge. though it presents itself differently, he's no stranger to the longing and burning caused by quelling it for one means or another. but just like he learned, so must she. his services are extended to her, but are in no means free. nothing comes free. nothing should be given from an open palm; how else will she learn?

" that's why we're having a conversation, shigaraki. i don't want you to take whatever i 'spit out' unless it suits you. what sort of partner would you be to me, then? " he pries the door open and holds it there for them, though it's unsure whether or not it's out of chivalry or out of a desire to avoid her contamination in his hideout. " i want to hear about your league. there's no one who should know them better than you, and likewise, i'll tell you about my underlings. that way, we know how to use them appropriately between each other. "

𝐌. | wait a minute, let me finish. / @overhual.

its locked jaw tightens, loosely dragging its tongue along the flat of its teeth. irritation sits acutely in her chest, enclasping her ribs and bending them closer to her throbbing heart, closer... and still, there is restraint. the withdrawal of fangs which yearn to sink through skin like butter and hit taut sinew and muscle, spreading its venom like the seed of destruction itself. there is something to be reaped from this conversation, she knows, suckled clean like meat and marrow, and lately, she's been starving. magne's death festers between them, pungent and heavy, creating a tension that crawls up her neck with its many legs, satiated only with a displeased scratch to already-puckered skin.

" make it quick. " her rasp runs low, discordant as always: nails on a chalkboard, bone on bone. with a dissatisfaction so palpable that it may nearly be cut through with a knife, she expects him to tread carefully with his propositions. all of that ambition comes with a burden to be shouldered, after all; should he be too preoccupied, it would make easy work to cut down his legs, and watch it all collapse upon him. " you're already stretching us thin. don't expect me to roll over and take whatever you spit out. "

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M. | let me have a look at you. @embalmin

" that's a bold demand to make of someone you just met. " his voice seems to hang from his lower jaw, dripping with seeming utter disinterest. the request is only minimally fulfilled, with a slight turn of his head, either way. " it has function, you know. " the mask that hangs dauntingly from his face, which he assumes is what aesop wants to 'get a look at'. " multiple filters to keep out the filth, crafted by myself. is yours for purpose, or for fashion? "

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M. | you might want to decide where your loyalties lie. / @shgraki

" i'd say they're decided, shigaraki. " he has a desk now. a laptop. prosthetics. he has a room. responsibilities. the amount of the things that are "his" have grown in number since shigaraki pulled him from the route to tartarus. he has scars, too. raised and ugly from the knife she's dug into his skin and reopened and reopened and reopened and reop— though no fool he is; everything he "has" now is only thanks to the convinience it brought her.

or perhaps— perhaps this is not convenience alone. he's not foolish enough to hope, but the thought crosses his mind. perhaps this offering of placing the medical ward beneath him is an act of trust— of confidence. the laptop is shut with gloved hands. there is nothing left for him to be loyal to aside from her vision, which is quickly taking shape; not a shape he entirely opposes, either. the shie hassaikai disbanded, pops without a chance of restoration, and even his own ambition stripped from his hands, there is nothing before him but the path beneath his feet. ( there is no restoring the past. there is nothing to be salvaged. nothing to be saved. )

" this is something i can do. " his past self would scoff. overhaul approaches and meets the eyes of the grand commander. the words don't burn in his throat as he assumed they would. " my loyalties lie with you, tomura. "

[overhual]

city of last chances, pt. 2.

dialogue prompts from city of last chances by adrian tchaikovsky.

there was pain, but not for long.

it'll pass. it always does.

you've never broken a rule in your life.

people love their executions.

you know how it is. how it's always been.

i've always been here for you.

i'd tell anyone anything, if it got them out of my face.

it's time to stand up.

revolutions cost.

you know how to win a fist fight?

am i dead? is this where we go when we die?

do you have a name?

do you speak ____?

what? you never saw a man have a crisis of faith before?

let me have a look at you.

i never meant to put you in danger.

some of us work for a living.

your god's a bastard.

you're supposed to be dead.

you don't save the past by burning down the present.

i don't know who you think you're having this argument with, but it isn't me.

it's getting stronger. it won't let me go.

you're your own judge and executioner.

who would listen to me?

it's not like in the stories.

the sword's only shiny until you shove it into someone.

i really loved hurting people.

it's too dangerous. i could lose you, too.

where would you be, if there was nobody left?

you wouldn't be the first to find it difficult.

you son of a bitch.

is ____ just going to keep coming back?

you don't have to act. you just have to talk.

i've heard a dozen stories, and none of them add up.

you might want to decide where your loyalties lie.

i never knew you had it in you.

i didn't realize you hated me so much.

surely you understand nobody's coming.

i love you deeply, but you are so stupid.

what happened to you?

you mistake what you have seen for the city.

it will all be worth it. but not today.

i've built something here. i won't call it a life, but it's something.

i don't like owing people.

____ wouldn't lie to me.

i like being where things happen.

there's not a scratch on you.

say something pithy and inspiring.

i cut a deal with god.

i thought it would help. it didn't, much.

do you have a plan? somewhere to go?

just tell me a comforting lie.

sometimes all you can do is keep breathing.

it doesn't hurt anymore.

it's always good to enjoy someone else's problems.

are you still moping?

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# OVERHUAL : PUT YOURSELVES BENEATH ME. a private overhaul / chisaki kai. dissected by astro. this blog is reserved for 21+ and basic rp rules apply. heavily headcanon-based with aspects of medical horror attached. basic verses and info below.

allied with: @shgraki. @trisagions.

# MAIN VERSE.

from anywhere within the beginning of his arc to the end. after he's captured, this verse splits off into two. either overhaul remains partnered with the league and travels with them through the mva arc. in this verse, his goal is to rebuild the yakuza, that will be absorbed as one of the plf's biggest money makers. that, or he's brought along as shigaraki's prize after losing both arms. eventually, he will be less of a prisoner, get prosthetics, and take over the medical ward of the plf.

# HEROHAUL.

an au where kai escapes the yakuza fairly early on. he becomes a medic hero, and then goes undercover as "overhaul" to pose a rescue mission for eri and pops. once rescued, the medic hero picks up life as normal now with a child to take care of. he's often partnered with tenko shimura.

trans guy. he did his own top suergery. he/him.

bisexual.

ocd which often presents in germaphobia. and austim.